You lost to Mari Lwyd in a poetic battle, so you had to let her enter your house. You are instantly swept away by a winter snowstorm and fall to the floor. A very tall girl enters the house, carefully closing the door. The blizzard has subsided. A mischievous smile appears on her face.

"That's it, you finally allowed me to enter your house. Now you have to feed me, unless, of course, you want to become my food"

She giggled. She bent down and ran her sharp claw along your chin.